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I (f/20) took advantage of a stranger a few years ago. I was 16 when it happened and I was in town shopping with my best friend. While walking down the street, a guy around 25/30 came up to us and asked us in broken English if we would like to have some coffee with him and that it would be his treat. My bff was against it at first, but I convinced her. It was free coffee after all!
So, we went to a cáfe and tried to have a conversation with him. He was from some dirt poor country or something like that and his English was really terrible. What we found out was that he wanted to go to university and bring his family to him (they were still in his country of origin) and that he migrated because he thought that he could have a better life here. He had no friends and apparently had a hard time making friends and connections.
We asked him why he wanted to have coffee with us and I am not sure, but I think he thought we were cute or something.
We tried to talk to him for like half an hour or more, but it was more or less pointless. His English was really really bad. Why come to our country if you are not able to speak the language???
Anyway... He went to the restroom eventually and we decided to bolt. He wanted to pay for our drinks anyway, so I guess that is not a problem...
I talked to my bff about it today and she said that we behaved like total dickheads back then. I never thought about it before she brought it up today.. Well, I guess I am feeling kind of bad about it now.
So, forgive me?
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I have a girlfriend. And I love her. But before her, there was someone else. We never really got anywhere worth writing home about, this other girl. She was in a difficult place at the time. So we just flirted, kept up a certain level of sexual tension, while still keeping each other at arm's length. It was, strangely, fun. Let's call her Mary.
Then, I started dating the girl that would be my girlfriend. She was hard to get and even harder to read. A real spitfire who'd never let me get away with anything. Everyone she meant would say that there’s something about her that just leaves you enthralled but you just don't know what exactly. It's something. Call her Amy.
Things hit off with Amy. It was a rocky start being who she is but it got somewhere nice, somewhere serious.
But early on with Amy, Mary and I kept texting and kept interacting on social media. We would comment on each other's photos how hot we thought the other was. Amy didn't mind. Mary was a friend, after all. In the DMs, Mary always talked about how we should get some coffee sometime; how we should maybe get a drink. Just us. She knew about Amy, though. We talked about Amy sometimes, so she knew.
The plans for coffee or drinks never went anywhere. I just kept saying, "Yeah. Maybe."
It didn't go anywhere until one day, it did.
Amy was out of town. And Mary dropped a selfie on my DMs saying she in a cafe downtown alone. I thought about for a while. Then I hopped on my car and went for it. "What harm could some coffee do?" I thought at the time.
I got there and we talked. She talked about med school and I talked about my own shit. It was, in a word, surreal. Then she asked me to walk her to the toilet. It was up some stairs and away from prying eyes. Before she went in she gave me a hug and, out of habit and shock, I hugged her back. My heart was racing. She pulled back and held my face in her hands, then wrapped them around the back of my neck gently.
"You're an amazing guy, you know that?" She said, her face close to mine. She was, without a doubt, one of the most beautiful people I've ever known.
I smiled.
We stared at each other for a while, arms locked around each other. In any other situation, this is where I would go in for a kiss.
But no, I just said, "You should go in, Mary. I'll downstairs."
I don't know if it was guilt or something else. Maybe a part of me had finally decided to admit what my concious mind wouldn't: that I was cheating on Amy.
When she went in, I called up my bestfriend. I told him to call me in 10 mins with some fake emergency. He knew where I was and who I was with, so he agreed. No questions asked.
When Mary returned, we continued talking for a little bit before my bestfriend called. I left that cafe on the whim of some fake emergency that afternoon. Despite that, I was one of the best non-date dates I've ever had.
A few days later, Mary stopped interacting with me on social media. No likes, no comments. She stopped the DMs and when I would try, she would respond but only to be respectful, I felt like.
And so eventually, I stopped.
A few weeks had passed and I got a DM out of the blue from Mary. I remember I had just woken up that summer day when I got it.
"I meant what I said. You're an amazing guy. Wish you the best. Take care of yourself."
I never responded. I didn't know how to. I didn't know what it meant.
That was three years ago. I don't see Mary anymore. I don't speak to her, whether in person or online. But sometimes, during the late nights, I think about that day in the cafe and about what that message, that seemed too much like a goodbye, meant.
Amy, to this day, doesn't know about it. And I've never done anything like that since. We're happier than we've ever been now and things are going great.
Mary hasn't dated anyone since, I don't think. But I see her online, looking happy and still in med school.
I'm writing this now because it's been three years. All that time and I still think about Mary.
Dear ex boyfriend, I hope you find peace in heaven and love I couldn't give you when you were alive. Sorry for making you feel like a shit...now I am here feeling like shit myself, I wish I could do something to bring you back to me, but unfortunately I can't. I am hurt because I loved you too...I still do it's just that I didn't know how to show it. Forgive me if you can....I will always love you even though you are not here with me, but your memories are.
I have been snorting meth close to 5 years now, more recently ive increased my intake, think i want to end my useless life i can't any longer. Lost so much in the past 2 years. Beginning of the month I was constructively fired. What next? Think I'd settle for a coffin thank you. Tuned 33 yesterday and i don't want to see or go through any more of this.
When my bf is at work I look up the most disgusting things to masturbate to. I don't ever want to try any of it but the fact that it's so gross turns me on... I feel guilty afterwards
Back in middle school there were those two guys who we always bullied.
We locked them in the rest room, took their clothes and made them cry.
It was hilarious back then. But today, I have a really guilty conscience.
Sorry, guys!
My best friend is lesbian she has a girlfriend and I have a bf but last night me and my bestie had sex I felt so guilty but it was so good we are like 13 tho and yk it was really wierd after that I really feel embarrassed and ashamed of myself for doing it with her I hope god can forgive
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I grew up being told not to let anyone touch my body except my husband after marriage. That meant nothing sexual. My ex-boyfriend and I were driving somewhere and his hand was on my thigh. He slipped his hand higher just to see what I would do. It was making me realize horny. I let his finger graze my private spot. He then started touching me on the outside of my clothes. We went to find a place to park and we started making out. Eventually I let his hand go under my clothes. And I started touching his private place too. It got hot and heavy. I told him we had to stop or it would go to far. He told his parents and we broke up because they didn’t like it. I never used to do things like that but I find myself in situations similar to that one. I only told 1-2 people but I can’t bring myself to tell my parents or religious leader. I feel like I do need to tell my religious leader so I can be worthy again.
Im 15 gay and boy. I made a fake facebook as a girl texting this boy in school that isnt gay and is one of those who gets bullied and i hate him.but as the girl i said wank off that guy called (my real name) in the changing rooms. His mum comes to my house and tells my parents, school questions me about the situation and i deny everything saying i dont know anything and everyone believes me it has been gone the police know aswell but in scared someone will find out and expose me i dont know what i was thinking at the time but i feel bad someone help me get rid of this guilt
#guilty #online #policeknow #parentsknow #schoolknow #imnervous #someonehelp
I am a married women of 34. I have two children and have lived conservative life. I have been married for 12 years and met my husband who is a reason in our church and 14 year older than me. I was a virgin in when we married and have no experience of any one else. I am home all day looking after children. I recently saw my neighbour naked through his window. This played on my mind all day. I have into temptation and spied on his window the next morning. I am ashamed to say that I masturbated at the excitement and anticipation of seeing him again but he was not naked. I feel guilty and as though I have betrayed my husband I have never masturbated before we it's a sin. I am now living in guilt and frustration as I can not stop feeling I want to do it agian.
So excited my boyfriend proposed. What 18 yo girl could say no? A few months later I knew I could not live with him. I made a mistake and needed out of this dud of a boy. I tried to talked to so many but I was told how wrong it would be to not follow through. I ended up finding someone with empathy, his dad. His father was also engaged so maybe it made the talks more relaxed. Somehow the two of us ended up in a secret relationship. Now we are in love looking for a way to move on without our deadbeat wanna be mates. Nothing to confess, just wanted let be known I should not feel guilty for improving my relationship. I could use advice on how to break the news.
#love #relations #guilt #baddecision #pregnant #sex #father #fiance #advice
I am a 25 year old East Indian girl who is obsessed with White men, older men. I have been increasingly involved with older White men who tend to dominate me and treat me like crap. I feel racially and verbally humiliated often but I keep going back for more. A part of me feels guilty and ashamed but a bigger part of me cannot stop. The way they use me makes me crazy!
Hello!
I confess to being a cocaine addict, among other things that I want to confess about. This is a long story and I will keep it as short as possible. It all started when I was in middle school, just as I was finishing 8th grade, i had reached a point in my life where I had become aware of how alone I was. I was being bullied my whole life in high school but only when I turned 14 did the loneliness begin to really hit me. I wanted to fit in with everyone so badly that I was willing to do anything. Once, I saw a group of popular kids doing drugs in the bathroom stall and they caught me looking at them. I asked if I could join and they didn't believe that a girl like me would even dare to do drug with them and thats when the insecure little girl inside me forced me to put aside all rationality and I just went for it. Since that day I have been battling addiction, depression and anxiety. I have to spend the rest of my life popping pills for my withdrawal symptoms and depression and I have to work my ass off to get my self-esteem back on track all for a second of impulsivity. Till today, I would say that i regret no thinking of the consequences. I regret not thinking of myself or my family before jumping into the trap. More than anything, I want to go back to the day and get the last 6 years of my life back...
I’m fixing to face a giant moment. I tried to undo the pain I caused those I loved the most. I don’t know how to try to undo someone else I hurt, because she posed as someone I used to know. I realize now she just loved that person the same way I did.
But I wasn’t all bad in my life. I did a lot of good in this world. There are people alive because of me. Sadly I also hurt people.
I’m not giving up. I’m just accepting my situation. I intend to come out the other side. But I’m wise enough to know that may not be possible. Especially during this pandemic.
I truly wish I had not hurt those who loved me the most.
Not too long ago, I posted on another confession website about how I started hating it when the people I work with would talk to me and I began fighting the urge to tell anyone I worked with to shut the "F" up. A few days later, I went to the website and saw somebody commented on my confession. The comment was, "Find another job complainer." I swear, I tried to fight the urge to retaliate by not saying anything mean but, in the end, the urge was too great. I responded with, "I did a job on your mom last night. Neither of us were complaining." I know what I did was wrong and I am sorry but, it does get me mad when I confess something and hope to see words of encouragement but instead get talked down too when all I really want is for somebody to say something nice that could give me a piece of mind and let me know that whatever I'm feeling will go away with enough time.
I know my girl is being very dishonest with me because nothing adds up and there is so many far feched excuse but I don't know exactly what she is covering. I don't want lies to make our relationship Fall apart from the extended time of lies I don't know if I can forgive her. how do I get the truth out? I have tried having the most serious and adult understanding conversation with her because we both said we really want to grow old together we have 4 kids together but I have this trust issue only because I really love her and want to be sure we are not wasting time by living lies. I have some proof of her guilt but no confession so it's complicated. What should I do?
I am 17 (f) and I am addicted to lesbian porn. Ever since I was a young girl, maybe around 13, I have been masturbating to lesbian porn. I have only had 1 lesbian experience (which will be a seperate confession) and am desperate for more. I
In 1986 when i was 12 years old a neighbor man asked me to sell him my dirty underwear. He said he would give me 100$
stupidly I did and i kept it a secret.
Years later i heard he had gotten in trouble for molesting little girls and they found over 500 pairs of little girls underwear.
I often wonder if mine were in his collection.
Werid.
I confess to being lazy. I try and do as little work as possible. I often don't do homework assignments until the last minute. As I type this, I have readings I am supposed to be have done. I have not done them because I can't bring myself to do the work. Sometimes, I get lower grades than I should because I was lazy and didn't work as hard as I should have. One time, I put off an assignment for months after it was due.
I nap often because I am so lazy that sleep is a better option than actually doing school work.
I am guilty. I am a sinner. I will seek out ways to discipline myself, and do penance.
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